Texty: Alien Ant Farm. TruANT. 1000 Days.

Eyes they burn from stinging travel and missing you is hard to handle.
Stayed away a thousand days and things have changed like a decade.
Made the most of all my days and still I'm on the wrong page.
Now I'm home and feeling more alone. It's in your tone, so maybe I should go.
Why'd it turn from sweet to bitter? And now no cure can make it better.
Stayed away a thousand days and things have changed like a decade.
Made the most of all my days and still I'm on the wrong page.
Now I'm home and feeling more alone. It's in your tone, so maybe I should go.
Speeding faster towards disaster. This house is cancer, I won't last here.
Years go by and still no answers. No answers! Now no cure can make it better.
yed away a thousand days and things have changed like a decade.
Made the most of all my days and still I'm on the wrong page.
Now I'm home, Speeding faster towards disaster. It's in your tone.
Years go by and still no answers! Still no answers!